Stoner Bro-Personal Narrative

It was my senior year in high school when my mom told me that my cousin, Mayra, had given birth to a baby girl. However, child protective services decided that Mayra wasn’t adequate to take care of the child; due to her drug abuse. Child protective services from Mexico were trying to place the baby with close relatives. Sadly, there was only three choices, her grandma, my aunt Gloria, and myself. The choices were few and the family small.

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

Trying to incorporate your stoner lifestyle in your wardrobe today isn’t simple. There are a lot of fashion labels churning out marijuana inspired merchandise, so it’s easy for anyone to claim that they’re a bona fide pothead without even trying once. However, if you stick to the stoner style basics, you could weed yourself out from the 4/20 posers. Here are five things you should have in your wardrobe to instill your stoner authenticity:

I wake up from the comfort of General Zaroff’s bed. I get up and stretch, yawning. There was a lot to do. I get the up from the bed slowly, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, that I hadn’t had felt for three days. First of all, I have to get off this horrible island.

On average, an American commuter spends around 30 hours per week sitting in traffic going to and from the job that they may or may not love. Commuters in some cities like Washington DC, that is both near and dear to our hearts, can spend roughly 60 hours per week stuck in traffic. Not only is time wasted wasted while commuting, but the gas that we constantly fill our cars up with may as well be flushed down the drain. Following the gas that is going down this metaphorical drain here, is a ridiculous amount of money from an innocent commuter’s wallet. Additionally, time wasted while commuting could’ve been time well spent with one’s family or even with one’s pets. The

I look up and glare at him. Now was not the time to mess with me.

The Senate should consider every Federal Judge that is nominated by the president.  After the president takes the time to consider and nominate a possible judge, the Senate should show respect by considering the president and his decisions.  This keeps a good working relationship between the Senate and the president.  The Constitution says the president needs the advice and consent of the Senate to appoint a Federal Judge.  The Senate did not respond to President Obama’s nomination of a federal judge, so the nomination expired.  When President Trump nominated Neil Gorsuch and Senate did give advice and consent.

I run up to him and splash him with some water, then he quacks and comes out of the water.

My condition brought me into a situation, were i had no other option than getting marihuana for medical purposes, “- some people actually need to ask for the doctor to cure the symptom…when unfortunately the cancer doesn't go away-”. I was spending money on a variety of medicines, until my kidney failed. The moment when you realized medicines you take to save your life are also killing you at the same time, you are screwed…Cancer does not only kill you physically it kills you mentally too. After a chemo, you suffer a phycological downturn that doesn't allow you to spend time with your family. Cancer did not kill me yet, but it made me stop enjoying life.

He’d stop you with a verbal beckoning, “Hey kid, get over here,” or he’d wag his big fat dirty finger in a come hither gesture.

Tom Robinson’s trial is coming. Atticus is getting more fuss from the townspeople than ever before and he is trying to get the truth to come out. Atticus is representing tom Robinson who is a friend of Cal’s and was put in jail for rape. Atticus is called a “nigger-lover’ by parents and kids in Maycomb. In this passage Atticus is telling Link that he believes that the truth will come out. This passage connects to the theme of ethics and morals because Atticus has his views on what will happen on this trial and trust that Tom did not do anything wrong. He will represent him proudly during the final trial.

At twenty-two years old my younger-self had previously pictured me in an entirely different place. I never imagined living in Texas, I’m originally from Chicago, and that’s where I thought I would reside. I thought I’d be graduated from college already, but fate had a different plan. And never in a million years did I think I would become a drug addict; but I am, and you know what? It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me, it’s something I’m truly thankful for now. See, all the things listed above may seem like negative things if you look at them from an outside perspective; however to me, they’ve changed me in ways I never thought possible just six months ago. Multiple circumstances have led me to this point, but a few stick

I see his eyes and make sure not to meet them, and I put my fist onto his nose to eliminate any vision he might have had. He's hurt, but I keep going. I need to make sure he can't move by the time I'm done with him. I can smell how scared he is. It pours out of him. It reaches up and stuffs itself into my nose.

Cyanide poisoning is caused by exposure to compounds that produce cyanide(CN−) ions. The cyanide ions interfere with cellular respiration and you can guess the rest.

Seducing, I push my dance partner with enough force to get him away from me. Yet, with the least amount of or me touching him. I in turn, threw myself to the opposite wall of him.